I count the corpses on my left, I find Im not so tidy
So I better get away, better make it today
Ive cut twenty-three down since Friday but I cant control it
My face is drawn, my instinct still emotes it
I slash them cold, I kill them dead
I broke the gooks, I cracked their heads
Ill bomb them out from under the beds
But now Ive got the running gun blues
It seems the peacefuls stopped the war
Left generals squashed and stifled but Ill slip out again tonight
Cause they havent taken back my rifle
For I promote oblivion and Ill plug a few civilians
Ill slash them cold, Ill kill them dead
Ill break them gooks, Ill crack their heads
Ill slice them till theyre running red
But now Ive got the running gun blues
Ill slash them cold, Ill kill them dead
Ill break them gooks, Ill crack their heads
Ill slice them till theyre running red
But now Ive got the running gun blues
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh